Maine-iac

Life's trajectory has pointed us toward magnetic north, apparently. From S. Carolina, to New York, to Maine, we've been on the move. Yup, we're about to be Mainers, lured by a tenure-track job at a SLAC in a small town one hour from the beach, one hour from Acadia National Park, two hours from the end of the Appalachian trail. After being ridiculously transient for the last 20 years, I can't say that I'm not just a little scared, but I'm trying to embrace it: we bought a house, we might even buy some "grown up furniture" (and discard the 'perfectly good' futon couch we've had since our college years?!), and we're becoming a one-car, 5-bike family. I call it maturity (finally), my students, I realize, just see me as old.** We are making the most of NYC while we have it (broadway version of Priscilla Queen of the Desert is well-worth the zillion dollars it costs) and eating all the goat cheese the Hudson Valley will spare. Then onward to Vacation land (seriously, that's what the license plates say). We have spare rooms--feel free to use them if you want to escape the summer heat!

**I just spent a fair amount of time at the hospital with a student who looks somewhat like me. I was frequently asked if I was her mother, not her sister. I've crossed some threshold, apparently.